12/29/24. The hardest and longest day quite possibly ever. It was the worst but also not because I got to hug and kiss you one last time. One year down and it still feels so raw. Life goes on but I still feel the hole where you used to fill my heart. It’s so confusing to feel so utterly full and happy in every other part of my life but That space was yours. And only yours. Now you are somewhere else... So it remains empty. That space only reserved for you. And it's a big space. One year feels so long without you. We love and miss you so so much. I’m still mad because you deserved way longer than 7 years and someone took that from you. 
I know you wouldn’t want me to stay angry so I’ll keep trying to let go. I hope I’ll see you again one day. For now I’ll keep your memory alive and tell stories of my soul dog forever. Our first baby. And hope those little signs I see are from you. 🩵❤️‍🩹🐾🪽
For anyone suffering from pet loss- it’s okay to grieve openly and hard. I know some don’t agree and that’s fine but I’m always an ear for anyone struggling. I get it. Weeks months years, it doesn’t change how hard it is  

"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went" - Will Rogers.

How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. 

I’ll never stop telling your story or forget you. I never want any person to feel this or any fur family member to feel this.